Originally Posted by
arus2001
I can somewhat relate from a position of loathing the area I'm stuck in. Economically, it's not too hot, which means well-paying jobs are on the scarce side or pretty much locked in to nepotism/cronyism. The act of simply moving away requires money I can not generate in the proper quantity to offset other expenses like gas, food, insurances, and other living expenses. There's also the unknown of where to go or what other well-paying work could be found there. Socially, I'm simply a nerd stuck amongst rednecks, translating to most of my friends from the past getting the hell out when they could. When I'd lived in Pittsburgh for 6 months for schooling, I also pretty much came to the conclusion that living in a big city is most definitely not for me in part because I do like the freedom of having a readily available car and not paying out the ass for parking anywhere. So, if we start looking at suburbs, it probably means those of lesser quality and safety due to finances while also introducing the unknown of (long) commutes, of which I have difficult time stomaching anything over 20 minutes one way because you almost start talking one of hour work being needed just to pay to get to it.
Sometimes I simply wish I had that "dream" where I knew what I wanted to grow up and be so I could chase that without hesitation, but it never happened. Instead, I pretty much hopped around from job to job, figuring out I either hated the work itself or the people I was stuck working with. The occasional job were neither were a factor subsequently went belly up due to bad economy then/now. So, in the end, it's more like I'm stuck living too close my family and as days go by, getting progressively closer to almost being a nurse to my old man as he grows more lazy and decrepit. This is also where some would probably assert I just work multiple jobs and basically do nothing but work and sleep. There was a point where I'd tried that, but it really only succeeded in feeding my cynicism and what some may have inferred to earlier as becoming an unpleasant person. All this might not make it sound so surprising that I'm behind any kind of legislation that asserts anyone who works a 40 hour week should be able to live comfortably above poverty. Reality and greed may clash with that, but in being both sympathetic and empathic to the plights of others, some way worse off than me, I dunno... maybe there's still an optimist hiding in me somewhere.
Give me a good exit strategy, though, and you can bet I'll probably jump on it. Just for me, I don't believe my salvation lies in pills or sitting on a couch talking to someone who likely doesn't care that much. Otherwise, it's just nose to the grindstone. :/